Her nipples buzzed and ached, the rings clamped tight around them. Not a day went by when Jo did not mention how she would love to see Melinda sportin... permanent rings she could tug and instantly bring Melinda to a state of wet need. Melinda's revulsion towards body piercings was being worn away little by little.She shivered in both lust and fear as the bus appeared around the bend. She wished she were allowed to use the phone. She could have called Richie the night before to find out if he had. “I think you missed. You’ll have to rub it ... higher.”Jeff’s hand darted forward to push the mushy mess up, over the top of her split, and onto the curls above that.“Mmmmm,” she said. “That feels nice. I see why you men love to shave so much.” She scooted forward a tiny bit more. “Rub it in good. I don’t want to get cut.”He did, and she let him know how much she liked it, and what a good job he was doing. He fished the razor out of the water, but his hand was still shaking.“Maybe Bobby should. Then it was gone."Yeah so, about Claire.... have you heard anything?" Chloe askedintently, as she looked to Matt with fierce determination. Matt looked toher with a shocked expression upon his face. How could she still yearn,after all this time he wondered. "Well, I don't know, nothing much I amafraid, Chloe," Matt uttered, as if to stifle his guilt in the matter."Well it would be nice to see her, one last time; it has been so long,"Chloe pleaded with a tinge of sadness in her voice, trying. I had decided at one point that it would be a good idea to slip on my knee-high hooker heels, sleek black leather with a 6 inch heel that still only raised my height enough to be able to graze your neck if I tried hard enough. Peeking above the boots were some tattered, but tried and true fishnets, and the only thing really concealing me- one of your black dress shirts, unbuttoned, draping gently against my petite chest and hugging onto my more than ample hips. I had become too engulfed in.